New Kelly comes down and finds Michael in his dance sanctuary, and he pulls her in to join him. She actually gets into it, because she is the gamest person on the planet.

Michael returns to the bullpen, having "figured out what's up [their] butts." He thinks they have PTSD from working under Charles. Then he THs about how there wasn't so much focus on work when Michael was in charge. "It's like they've died or something." After a short but still too long interlude of baby talk that only Andy joins in on, Michael moves on to tell them about the space he's set up downstairs to help them relax. "Is this our punishment for not wanting to have lunch with you?" Oscar asks. Michael fumbles around with how to describe it until New Kelly helps him out by calling it a café disco. Not to be confused with a disco café, Kevin..

Downstairs, Kevin fumbles with the espresso machine, the only other person there besides Michael. Angela comes down, pissed at Kevin for not getting the answer she sent him down to get from Michael. Michael calls it a no-work zone. "Respect the lei," he orders, pointing out a sad plastic garland nailed to the wall. Kevin becomes the dog in a "come"/"stay" battle between Angela and Michael, which Angela wins after showing that Michael does not have a cookie in his hand. Hey, The Office? If I want to see protracted jokes that are based on familiar situations with a wacky twist, I'll watch some Friends reruns.

"Now I know what the founders of Philip Morris felt like," Michael THs bitterly in his office. "You just want to give people a smooth, fun way to relax, and suddenly you're just some terrible monster."

Back downstairs, Michael climbs on a chair with a stereo speaker and crams some C+C Music Factory up into the ceiling vent. Up in the bullpen, reaction is mixed, but Phyllis is the first to break. "What the hell," she grins. She goes over to Vance Refrigeration to pick up her husband, only to be headed off by Bob's secretary, a younger and larger, yet somehow hotter, version of Phyllis. She says Bob's on a call and doesn't want to be disturbed. "Can I give him a message before he gets off?" Oh, no. Phyllis may have a mean streak, but she doesn't deserve this. By which I mean such an obvious and predictable subplot. She gives complicated directions for the secretary to relay to Bob so he can find her and they can go dancing.